William Shakespeare ( 10 of 1881 )
Now the good gods forbid
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserved children is enrolled
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Now the good gods forbid
That our renowned Rome, whose gratitude
Towards her deserved children is enrolled
In Jove's own book, like an unnatural dam
Should now eat up her own!
I'll privily away; I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes;
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I'll privily away; I love the people,
But do not like to stage me to their eyes;
Though it do well, I do not relish well
Their loud applause and aves vehement,
Nor do I think the man of safe discretion
That does not affect it.
Then my dial goes not true; I look this lark for a bunting.
Then my dial goes not true; I look this lark for a bunting.
O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. -Measure read more
O, it is excellent To have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous To use it like a giant. -Measure for Measure. Act ii. Sc. 2.
I had rather be a dog and bay the moon
Than such a Roman.
I had rather be a dog and bay the moon
Than such a Roman.
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.
The little dogs and all,
Tray, Blanch, and Sweetheart--see, they bark at me.
Discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
Discomfort guides my tongue
And bids me speak of nothing but despair.
There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a
penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; read more
There shall be in England seven halfpenny loaves sold for a
penny; the three-hooped pot shall have ten hoops; and I will make
it felony to drink small beer.
O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Then with passion would I shake the world,
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O that my tongue were in the thunder's mouth!
Then with passion would I shake the world,
And rouse from sleep that fell anatomy
Which cannot hear a lady's feeble voice,
Which scorns a modern invocation.
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
What to ourselves in passion we propose,
The passion ending, doth the purpose lose.
